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“What’s with that?”

“Don’t be you.”

“Why is that bad?”

“Never mind.”

He cleared his throat. “I heard you didn’t want to go and guard the actor at the wedding he’s attending.”

“I plead the fifth.”

“Still feel that way?” he goaded me.

Clearly not. My whole life had changed in the span of one amazing day.

“Coop?”

“I am not upset, no. The opposite is true.”

“I thought so,” he replied, sounding a bit patronizing.

“Though when you called just now, my phone was passed around the table before I could answer it, so I think perhaps he might have preferred you.”

He chuckled. “I would love to be friends with a movie star, and I think he’s a great actor, so that would be a bonus. But Nash said the job is over already since he and Owen found you and Ash”—he drew out his name—“in bed this morning, which is another reason for the call.”

“Which is?”

“Do you want me there to protect your new man so you can just be the boyfriend, or do you think you’re good?”

“Boyfriend? Really?”

“Fine. Lover.”

I groaned.

“Dude, whatever. Your man. Do you want me there or not?”

“The only threat to Ash that I can possibly think of is Elliot Voss, and if he’s smart, he left the country already.”

“And speaking of…”

“Yeah, tell me.”

“Kit Riggs is dead—we have confirmation on that. The Feds notified his family, so that’ll hit the news cycle probably late this evening. I’m so sorry, Coop. Please give our condolences to Ash.”

“I will. Can you tell me how the ID was confirmed?”

“It turns out, Kit Riggs had titanium screws in his left knee from a childhood boating accident, and they recovered those.”

“What about the writers? Any word on them?”

“No. The Feds are hoping that when they catch up with Voss, they can get him to tell them where their bodies are.”

“So the manhunt is on?”

“Yep, and that too will hit the news shortly. They’ll start with the announcement of Riggs’s death, then move on to Voss. You should talk to Ash before it comes up on his news feed or in his socials.”

“Yeah, okay.”